Tracey

All those losses in such a short time are certainly more than anyone should have to bear. I am so very sorry.

I'm so very sorry for your loss.

I'm so very sorry for your loss.

I've been there twice. I am so very sorry for your loss.

I'm so very sorry for your loss.

I'm so sorry, Robin.

I'm so very sorry for your loss.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

I'm so sorry for your loss. Your "chess" dogs are together again, I'm sure.

This happened a couple of months ago with Chase. Diarrhea everywhere. And barf. We came home and it looked like a crime scene. A really disgusting crime scene. We fed him boiled chicken breasts and white rice for several days. He's been fine ever since. I think he was probably sorry when the chicken and rice came to an end. Hope your boy feels better soon.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

I'm so very sorry for your loss.

Oh, no. Trudy, I'm so sorry. How heartbreaking.

Carol, you had Mork for so long; it seemed like you always would. Again, I know the pain and I am so sorry for your loss.

We went over to our friends' house tonight. The husband is a sous chef at a Michael Mina restaurant on the Las Vegas strip. They import real Kobe beef from Japan. Our friend is also kind of a hoarder and hates to have anything go to waste. So tonight he sent us home with a bag - by which I literally mean about 20 pounds - of Kobe beef trimmings for the pups. I'm just going to thaw it in bits and use it as a little extra somethin-somethin in their kibble. Lucky, lucky dogs. They'll be eating better than the humans!

No matter how long they live, it's never enough. I am so sorry for your loss.

I've been putting off writing this. I haven't been able to do it until now; it just hurts too much. Morgan was our first Greyhound. She started this whole, crazy thing. She was perfect. As a total novice I think I made the kind of rookie request I'd ridicule someone for now. I told Eileen at REGAP-CT we wanted a young, friendly, playful female with a pretty face. I didn't specify a color but I was hoping for fawn. As it turned out, we got everything on my wish list and more. She was perfect. It didn't matter that Morgan was missing a toe. It didn't matter that we would spend years trying to explain why her sides and legs were covered with scars. I never did figure out what had happened, but based on photos I've seen of other Greyhounds, my best guess would be that somewhere along the way she fell out of hauler. Never mind, though. She was perfect. Even though it was over 10 years ago, I remember Morgan's first night home like it was yesterday. She slept upstairs with us and our other two dogs. Getting her up the stairs that first night was interesting to say the least. But two days later she had the stairs down pat. I remember watching Morgan in the dog bed next to our bed. Our bedroom had truly hideous red rose wallpaper. Morgan stood up on her back legs and "climbed" the wall. She'd never been in a house before and I think she was trying to figure out what the wallpaper was. Morgan's first photo, age 2: Morgan was such an easygoing dog. She came into a house with a cat and two weird looking dogs (a Beagle and a Dalmatian/Collie who must have looked like nothing Morgan had seen before). She never missed a beat. We added our girl Cosmo and then Chase, and Morgan didn't bat an eye. We lost our kitty Simon, and then Nigel the Beagle and Emily the mutt. When Cosmo passed away Morgan was mopey for a couple of weeks. The house felt very empty with just her and Chase, Two "fosters" soon followed and then we were back up to four Greys. Morgan was the only girl, but she was fine. Nothing fazed her. Over the years she took a trip to Michigan with us, and two trips down to Florida. Two and a half years ago we moved from Connecticut to California and she was fine with that too, even though Jason and I thought the trip was going to kill us all. Last Fall we moved to Las Vegas and I was so glad to finally get her back into a house with a fenced yard. And it was a one-story house, which was awesome because I was starting to worry about Morgan going up and down the stairs. We celebrated Morgan's 13th birthday on January 16th. She officially became the oldest dog Jason and I had ever had. She was slowing down but she seemed ok. I thought she might see 14 or even 15. But three days later she fell in the hall and couldn't get up. As I tried to help her up I realized her leg was broken. She was tough, she'd always been healthy. Despite having gone through osteo with Cosmo, I really thought Morgan would be ok. A few weeks in a cast, maybe she'd walk with a limp, but she'd be ok. At the vet's the xrays said otherwise. With the heaviest of hearts we said goodbye to our perfect girl. I still can't believe she's gone. Morgan's last photo, on her 13th birthday: It hasn't rained in Las Vegas in almost two months. This morning we actually had a few sprinkles. I looked out over the valley and over the strip a sliver of sunshine had carved it's way through the clouds. Over the Stratosphere was one of the most vivid rainbows I have ever seen. It was perfect.

I remember reading all about Lucas over the years. He went through quite a lot of steps to find his way to you. I'm so sorry you didn't have more time.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

I've been thinking lately whether it's easier if you have time to prepare for their passing (meaning you watch as they get sicker) or easier if they go suddenly. I've concluded that there is no good way to lose your best friend. All scenarios completely suck. I only hope that the passing of time makes it easier for you to smile when you remember Treasure rather than cry. Hugs.

I'm so very sorry for your loss.

I'm so very sorry for your loss.

I'm so very sorry for your loss.

I'm so sorry for your and Trish's loss. He was far too young

I'm so very sorry for your loss.